Yet I sit there, trying to find something to say as if I had no simple thoughts that fill my mind at any pulsing of time (having three kids and a husband!). I think I` m simply incapable of indicating details and describing thoughts or feelings or situations so I cling here and there in distant and scattered words as if I was climbing a mountain.This raving though feels as if I was carsick The wandering from page to page does nothing but increase my quarantine.I have to tidy up my brain and find out a good way to make up for the lack of affection which I find to be in itself a discriminatory act. It is painful to constantly need some kind of human exchange and look for it say in a bag.But I definitely have decided that my feeling that I am the victim is only a sign that I love myself too much or think myself too good.So I have to match the idea of me with me
I feel raving, oh so raving!
February 23, 2007 by Naida
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Everything other than love
for the most beautiful God is agony of the spirit,
though it be sugar- eating.
What is agony of the spirit?
To advance toward death
without seizing hold of the Water of Life.
RUMI
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By (the Token of) Time
Lo! man is in a state of loss,
Save those who believe and do good works,
And exhort one another to truth
And exhort one another to endurance.
Qur`an - But Billy never came. He is the soldier at the feet of my new, my brand new statue of love. He holds the rope but never uncovers it. Place my heart under the doormat,Billy before you leave, my heart hang it like a beehive, my orphan need to press you against my chest, to hold you under my jacket and keep you warm. The building blocks of my pain are in the basket behind the door. The tree that made them grows in my shoulders, your leafy face falls there the sweet chlorophyll smile. I want to wipe your face Billy with both my hands and breathe it in. I fold my fear neatly this bleating rug and smoke it . I ` m tired Billy, do not cut my hands!
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e vertete kjo ideja jote se pse e shohim veten si viktime!
Nuk e di. Kjo me aplikohet mua, e cila, (une) po perpiqem ta stervis veten time qe kur nuk jam e kenaqur me te tjeret te shoh se cfare mund te kem bere vete gabim per ti sjelle punet aty (dmth ketu) ku jane, ne kufinjte e mosrehatit.
nah, don’t do that to yourself. you can change your perspective, you can change your attitude, but at the end of the day, it is always the other people who have wronged people with such a sensitive soul like yours.
at least this is my take in reading your thoughts.
p.s. forgot to tell you i like the new look. congrats.
blete
Ooooohh how soothing to my ego these words are, but I can`t let myself believe them so easily.
Besides I think changing attitude makes a difference at least with ones family.
I remember last week I got out with my son in
the morning and it was pretty cold; as often happens he had forgotten his mittens at home, so I thought that instead of scolding him and tell him how irresponsible he is( thing that unfortunately I often do) I should give him my mittens.
So I did and boy ! he was loveabale and sweet for the rest of the day.
I let my husband read your comment though,
and thanks I appreciate your visits at my blog.